He came down from the platform and came to the hall where the banquet was held, only to find that he had come late and missed the main event of the banquet. Today is Brother Biao's birthday, and before that, Brother Biao said with great fanfare that he was going to celebrate his 45th birthday this year. People have a good birthday, how can they have forty-five? And Shentu North is an important support for Brother Biao now, regardless of whether Brother Biao's move is to show the world that the East Tiger Society has a strong boost, Shentu North will definitely attend Brother Biao's birthday banquet.

She walked around the hall and found an inconspicuous corner, ready to find someone to inquire about the situation. Just then, a tall, thin man wearing a light blue casual shirt and trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses approached.

The man is considered to be the best in appearance, of course, it is not half a star worse than the Ten Halls of Hades, and it is not even comparable to the glory. But what does that say? People rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold, and this expensive clothes with tailoring and fitting materials look quite eye-catching when worn on the body. The most important thing is that as soon as the man came over, he handed him a glass of liquid that he didn't know what it was, red, green, and green, and it looked delicious.

He was thirsty, and when he brought it over and was about to drink it, he realized that it was wine, so he changed it to a glass of juice. Seeing that the man didn't look very old, and he took the initiative to send it to the door, he opened his mouth to inquire about the previous situation. Coincidentally, this man turned out to be Shen Tubei's apprentice Baiji. It's called a joy in the heart of the prison painting!

"Hello, my name is Prison Painting." Prison Painting introduced himself with a smile.

Bai Ji nodded, looking calm on the surface, but no one knew that his heart was already happy.

"You just said that your master and Brother Biao have a cooperative relationship, who is your master?" The prison painting asked as if he was very interested.

"My master and his old man are the only descendants of the Shentu corpse chasing clan, named Shentu Bei." Baiji raised his head proudly.

Of course, the prison painter knew who his master was, but he pretended to be ignorant and asked, "The corpse chaser?" What's that for? Sounds scary! ”

Bai Ji didn't see the slightest breath of a cultivator from the prison painting, and regarded the prison painting as an ordinary girl. And the reaction of the prison painting at this time also hit his heart. He took a sip of his cocktail, sat down on the chair opposite the prison painting, and said mysteriously, "Do you believe that there are other beings in this world besides ordinary humans?" ”

Believe, isn't there one in front of you? But she didn't say that, but blinked and asked, "You mean...... Ghost? ”

Baiji smiled. Sure enough, how could this ignorant little girl in front of her understand the affairs of their class? He shook his head and said, "Although there are ghosts in this world, I am not talking about ghosts. ”

"What's that?"

"For example, ...... like this" Bai Ji lightly snapped his fingers with his right hand in front of the prison drawing, and saw a small red flame burst out from his fingertips, like magic.

"Wow! It's amazing! The prison screen was overjoyed and applauded. She was really a little envious. Why are those immortal cultivators and low-level puppet warlocks like Baiji able to master this cool skill, but only her skills are so frivolous? She also wants to learn this kind of crazy and cool hanging and bombing skills, okay!

Baiji is only regarded as an ordinary girl's heartfelt admiration. I was proud in my heart, but I listened to the painting and said, "Your magic is so good, there is no flaw at all." Can you conjure a bouquet of flowers? ”

Magic? This is the internal fire that he cultivated with great difficulty when he was cultivating the puppet alchemy technique. At his age, it is a very remarkable thing to be able to externalize the inner fire, and this little girl called prison painting actually said that it was magic?

"It's not magic." Bai Ji withdrew the inner fire and shook his finger that had extinguished the fire. "This is the inner fire of a cultivator. Our corpse chaser clan is a puppet warlock, and when we practice puppet alchemy, we will cultivate internal fire in the dantian, and then slowly practice until it is released. ”

The prison painting covered his mouth and pretended to be surprised: "This is amazing, isn't it?" So what else can you do? Can it fly? ”

Bai Ji shook his head and said, "Only when a cultivator reaches a certain realm can he fly with his sword. The puppet technique we are practicing is a different kind of cultivation. In the same way, it is not easy to reach the state of having a ladder under your feet and shrinking the ground into inches. And this is the so-called flight that can only be achieved by certain means. The real flight must be a means to achieve it after crossing the tribulation and becoming an immortal. ”

"Oh, that's right." Prison Painting replied with a slight disappointment. In fact, where did she not know what Baiji said? After Xue Yan gave her those tutorials, Prison Painting took advantage of the Qing Soul's rest time to flip through these books. In fact, although Xue Yan said that those books were not quick-track, they were all all books of the evil supplement. After studying prison painting, I realized that I was really a rare case in heaven and earth. The inner fire that ordinary cultivators can externalize, she doesn't even know where it is, let alone what Neidan is. There is an essential difference between her out-of-body soul and the out-of-body of a cultivator. And the skill of the void structure that she herself mastered was closer to that of the creator god. God? Hehe. She didn't even have to think about it. Now she's starting from scratch step by step, trying to see if she can make up for the missing link in the process.

As for what Bai Ji said, although most of them were correct, the puppet technique he practiced was not an authentic puppet technique. If you let the real puppet warlock know that they actually call themselves puppet warlocks, I don't know if they will directly make this guy a puppet in a fit of anger.

However, the prison painting was still very cooperative and continued to ask: "Then what else will you do that ordinary people can't?" What is the purpose of refining corpses? Sounds scary! ”

Bai Ji saw that he asked the key point, and he didn't hide his selfishness, and said bluntly: "Naturally, it is to refine the corpse into a puppet and directly control it by your own divine sense." In ancient times, a few powerful corpse chasers could control an army. The combat effectiveness of such an army is very terrifying, they are not afraid of any attack, they only blindly kill, and the combat power will be twice stronger than the normal number, it can be said that one is ten. Therefore, in ancient times, we were very precious to chase out corpses. And now, corpse chasers can still manipulate corpses to do things that ordinary people can't. As for what it was, Bai Ji didn't say. But prison painting can guess that that is not a good thing.

"That's amazing!" Holding his face, he looked surprised. "Then how many corpses can your master and him control at the same time?"

"Five hundred." A gleam flashed in Baiji's eyes. "In the near future, there will be more. As long as we get ......"

The next words, Bai Ji did not say.

The prison painting asked, "What do you get?" ”

Bai Ji glanced at the touching prison painting, took a sip of the cocktail in the cup, and said with a smile: "The air here is not good, why don't you go with me to the garden behind the hotel, there are a lot of flowers, I will tell you in detail." ”

Of course he was willing, and he followed Baiji to the back door of the hotel. Bai Ji led the prison painting to the back, and said happily in his heart: What a stupid girl, I was fooled by me so easily, maybe it is interesting to me. When I got to the garden outside, there was no one around, and there were greenery and flowers everywhere, wouldn't I do whatever I wanted?

At this time, the green soul suddenly slipped out of the sea of knowledge of the prison painting, ran into Baiji's head, and watched the prison painting in its beautiful name. The prison painting disagreed, thinking that the green soul was obviously interested in the puppet alchemy of the Shen Tu family, and monitored it by the way.

Qing Soul didn't bother to argue with her, and instructed the prison painting: "You try to use as many words as possible for him later, the thoughts he didn't say, as long as I have my brain, I can catch them." ”

The prison painting secretly agreed.

Sitting on the swing in the garden, the prison painting thought of the green soul's instructions, and began to set up Baiji's words: "You just said, what do you want to get?" ”

Bai Ji thought that the prison painting was voluntarily hooked and wanted to have something to do with him, but he didn't expect the prison painting to be really interested in the topic just now, so he had to deal with it: "Get a baby." This treasure is beneficial to our corpse refiners, and once obtained, my master will increase his strength. When the time comes, don't say 500, 1,000, even 10,000. ”

Knowing that the green soul was digging into his mind, he asked, "What kind of treasure is that?" ”

Bai Ji didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand, picked up a handful of hair drawn in prison, and said playfully: "I can't tell you this." In the world of cultivators, the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes. ”

Prison Painting looked at Baiji's salty pig hand, resisted the urge to turn into a knife to cut it off, glared at Baiji and said, "I hate it!" If you don't want to say it, don't say it, why scare me! ”

Bai Ji smiled: "Don't be afraid, it's a big deal that I'll protect you, how about it?" ”

The prison painting will not take this cavity, the dark black eyes turned slightly, and asked, "Are these things you said true or false?" It's a time of peace now, what are you doing to control so many corpses? ”

"So, you don't understand!" Bai Ji plucked a delicate rose from behind the prison painting, handed it to the prison painting's hand and said, "Look at the thorns on this rose. Beautiful things always come with dangers. With the power above all beings, you can ignore the danger and get what you want. This world has too many constraints on ordinary people, but for us cultivators, there is none. For example, Brother Biao, what he wants is easy for my master. ”

"Cut, it's so powerful, I don't know if it's true or not!" The prison painting glanced at Bai Ji disdainfully, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Baiji is in his early twenties, young and vigorous, and has just drunk a big cocktail, where can he stand such doubts as prison painting? He immediately said: "Don't say that my master, even I can control twenty corpses. However, my master had a great battle with others before, and he lost many corpses, and there was no spare spare for me in the newly acquired corpses. I only have two in my hands now, do you want to see them? ”

See! Of course you have to see! Prison Painting was excited in his heart, but he suppressed the excitement in his heart on his face, covered his chest and blinked his big eyes, made a little white rabbit and said, "You won't let them hurt me, right?" ”

"Of course not, I said I would protect you." Baiji's voice was full of evil energy, and a triumphant smile appeared on his lips. Little did he know that the little white rabbit in front of him would be the most dangerous rabbit he had ever seen.